In the early mornings, as the first light of dawn begins to stretch across the sky, I find solace in the simple ritual of drinking my coffee. The warmth of the mug cradled in my hands and the rich aroma that fills the air create a small haven of peace in my otherwise turbulent days. These moments, fleeting and precious, are stolen from my duties as a spouse and caregiver to my husband, who battles the relentless grip of ALS.
As I gaze up to the heavens, the vastness of the universe seems to mirror the enormity of our challenges. Yet, in that expanse, there is a strange comfort. I take a deep breath, savoring the stillness that wraps around me like a gentle embrace. It is in this quietude that I allow myself to feel, to mourn the life we once knew and to gather the strength needed for the day ahead.
Each sigh I release carries the weight of my worries, my fears, and my hopes. In these moments, I am reminded that amidst the chaos and the caregiving, it is essential to find pockets of serenity. They are the breaths that keep me afloat, the pauses that give me the fortitude to face each new day with grace and love.
The early mornings are my sanctuary, a time when the world is hushed and the demands of the day have yet to unfold. It is here, with the sky above and my coffee in hand, that I find a brief but necessary respite, allowing me to continue this journey with my beloved husband by my side.
Rocky&Cloie💙